There is no problem with the magic cards I made

"Haha, why don't you say anything? Is this your acquiescence?"

Aric smiled with a sarcastic expression.

"Please don't make any subjective assumptions and slander other teams."

Gavin frowned and interrupted Arik.

Based on their brief interaction yesterday, he felt that Dekan was not such a person.

"Master Knight, are you afraid of Dekan? A small fourth-level man can actually scare you? No wonder the Church of Resurrection dares to bully the Landil Kingdom."

Arik shook his head and laughed, seemingly becoming more and more unscrupulous.

This made Knight Commander Gavin's face gradually darken.

"Arik, that's enough. There is no need to be sarcastic at this time. No matter what, Dekan and Croix are probably the only two people in the capital now who have the experience of defeating the bishop of the Church of Resurrection, right? And you have What achievement?"

The leader of the team from the southern countries, a woman wearing a robe, said coldly.

This sentence seemed to choke Arik so much that he didn't know how to reply.

Suddenly the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Just when he was about to get angry, he also realized that everyone in the conference room was casting unkind glances at him.

"Then let's wait and see what kind of trouble this guy who just hides at the critical moment can stir up."

Arik snorted coldly and led the team out of the conference room quickly.

Then Mie and the robe-wearing woman named Ellie nodded to each other in friendly gestures.

But Nelia looked at Aili who had just spoken for them and felt that her appearance seemed a bit familiar.

Soon, Cornelia remembered that this robe woman was somewhat similar to her friend Lilith whom she met in the blizzard in the barren mountains of the Shadow World.

"You are Cornelia, right?"

Eli walked up to Cornelia and asked rather cordially.

"Yes, are you Lilith's sister?"

"She's a relative of hers. I've heard the story about you and Dekan helping her, although you two used pseudonyms at that time."

The robe woman said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Cornelia recalled their impromptu performance in Dekan, one calling himself Bacher and the other Olive.

But once they became famous, Lilith must have quickly learned what their real names were.

"It's okay. I'm looking forward to having you as guests after this disaster is over."

"Most definitely."

"By the way...what did Dekan do?"

Eli had heard about the devilish man's behavior in Dekan.

At the critical moment, if he is not causing trouble, he must be on the way to it.

"Ah! We have to get to work quickly. No more words! Let's celebrate together tonight!"

Mie and Cornelia looked at the time and ran out of the conference room together.

A stunned Aili was left standing there.

"Tonight...the celebration party...?"

…

On the other side, the outskirts of the city.

The soft sound of footsteps echoed in the stone underground sewers built by ancient people.

The flowing sewage exudes a pungent smell, and only weak lights flicker in the dark underground passage.

A middle-aged male figure wearing a dark green dress with his silver hair and beard neatly arranged, holding a lamp, walked slowly to his destination.

He looks so unthreatening that one might even suspect he's never been in a fight.

Like a gentle scholar.

However, at such a time, he would bypass the city gate guards and sneak underground, and easily kill the soldiers guarding the underground passage, which shows that he is not an ordinary person.

Even the soldiers' corpses seemed to evaporate out of thin air and completely disappeared from the world.

Obviously, the pungent smell of the underground didn't make him feel too uncomfortable.

Maybe he was used to smells that were a hundred times more disgusting than this.

"Fahim, please let me wait."

An impatient voice suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged man.

He moved the lamp in the direction of the sound and saw a lonely figure leaning against the wall.

His black rags were unruly, and his slightly raised chin looked extremely arrogant with his expression.

"Clay, you, a guy who has little success but plenty of failure, still have the nerve to speak?"

The moment Fahim saw "Clay", he shook his head jokingly, and his temperament changed in an instant.

The voice became a little sharp.

It was as if he was no longer hiding his true face.

"Haha, if it weren't for accepting the money from that guy Carlos, I would take this opportunity to kill you right now."

Carlos is the name of the false bishop.

"Clay" also made no secret of his murderous intent, and it looked like he was about to attack Fahim in the next second.

"I don't mind killing you rude guy here first."

Fahim said coldly.

However, both of them knew the current situation.

They cannot fight among themselves at this time, and even if there is a conflict, they can only endure it for now.

"According to the agreement between you and Carlos, you should obey my command now, right?"

Fahim seemed to have thought of something and asked.

"No, the agreement between Carlos and I is that if he doesn't give me 5,000 gold coins, I will not obey his orders, but I never said in this agreement that I will obey your orders."

Clay said reasonably.

"Are you really not afraid of death?"

Fahim was a little shocked by Clay's impeccable logic for a moment.

It even feels like Clay is a bit stubborn and is not afraid of boiling water.

"Haha, I can't escape the punishment anyway. If you want me to obey your command, there is no way. But I have already found the temporary base that Carlos asked me to find. Come with me."

Clay said, turned around and walked forward.

"I will report your performance to Carlos in detail. You can feel proud now."

It’s not that Fahim can’t do anything about Clay, he just needs to report it.

So Fahim followed "Clay", and the two walked in the tunnel one behind the other.

Dekan, disguised as Clay, was walking in front, his left eye slightly narrowed and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Fahim, you got on the wrong bus.

## Author's Note:

There's still one more chapter, but it's close to the clock

Today's chapter has been deleted, deleted, and revised several times, but I still feel unsatisfied. Sorry in advance.

I will try my best to move the update time forward tomorrow. I am really in a bad state today. I am dizzy and my brain is short-circuited. It took too long to change the text. I am really sorry.

ps: Recommend the book "Pick a Witch to Be Your Wife!" 》

Volume 4: Endless Purgatory: 204 Dekan Drives the Tiger to Eat the Wolf Season 2 (Update 27/62)

Dekan, disguised as Clay, brought Fahim to the Innote Club.

The places of the gangster Inote clan are basically closed today.

But there are still people watching at this club.

This morning, Dekan came to the Inault Club in the appearance of Clay and said hello to the old steward.

Under the leadership of the old steward, Dekan and Fahim went to the VIP room together.

Then the old steward tremblingly closed the door for them.

This scholar, who was wearing a dark green dress and a top hat and was as polite as a gentleman, seemed particularly scary to the old steward.

He could smell death in this man.

The old steward even had some terrible guesses in his mind.

But he didn't dare to say or think.

Because even if it was true, if he told it, he would be the first to die.

...

In the VIP room.

"Are you really thinking about gambling?"

Fahim sat on the only two seats in the VIP room and put his hat on the table.

Looking at Dekan sitting across the card table, Fahim couldn't help but feel that this stronghold was a bit ridiculous.

It was like he was going to play two games with Clay.

Although it is outrageous, it is surprisingly reasonable for Clay.

"Can't you?"

Dekan asked somewhat unhappily.

"It seems that you will be penniless because of this place."

Fahim looked at the VIP room playfully and mocked Dekan.

"Who said that? I have 5,000 gold coins now, who are you looking down on?"

"Unfortunately, I will destroy this city soon. You can only take these 5,000 gold coins and lose elsewhere."

Dekan frowned upon hearing this.

He doesn't seem to have much interest in causing havoc.

Moreover, the destruction also affected his entertainment, which made him very unhappy.

Fahim then opened the suitcase and took out some drawings and strange alchemy props.

His pale fingertips gently touched the surface of the drawing. The parchment, which had been folded and unfolded countless times, was frayed and made a small sound.

Fahim began to prepare for the layout of a large magic circle.

Dekan was sitting opposite, waiting, seemingly bored.

A few minutes later.

"Fahim, are you interested in taking a gamble with me?"

Dekan yawned and looked at the work in Fahim's hands.

"You know I'm not short of money, why do I waste my time playing with you?"

Fahim's hand stopped slightly and he looked up at Dekan.

"Then I'll bet you these cards."

Dekan took out the purple cards he won from Clay.